Alii
I saw the bar of soap and ate it. No comment no questions. It was the day that I went crazy ;P -By Maria Tkachuk
My hands are stained and even soap cannot cleanse them from sin. The blood clings to my skin as a constant reminder of my wickedness. I look up from the sink and my gaze lands on a narrow face with hollow cheeks and haunted, pitiless eyes. I look at my reflection and all I see is the monster that only the blackening of the soul can accomplish. There is a loud knock on the door and I know that I will have to open door and let my remorse flood in. Looking around the dingy bathroom, I know that this is where my innocence will be forever buried. When I finish washing my hands, I know that I will have to shape a mask that will not only fool the world, but will also fool my conscience.
When my grandmother first arrived in the U.S, she couldn't speak english and so upon going to a restaurant to it, there was a hilarious mixup. My grandmother wanted to order soup but she didn't know whether it was called soup or soap and she accidentally ordered soap. The waiter decided to be a smartass-whole and brought her a bar of soap. My grandmother never went to the U.S again.